Shivam>

The journey started towards old village,Birapur (it's a fictional place) ,after 6 hours the journey will be end so that's why he opened his laptop and started checking his fiels.

Meanwhile Rishi sit in passenger seat for a deep slumber his obsession book sleep never going to fade away ofc he is younger child of the family.

Pages after pages but one thing caught his attention that was a girl file how it came here checking everything he noticed it was his father file which mixed with his one .

But that not the end of discussion his eyes caught his eyes. A hazel eyes.

Above her eyes there was one mole without seeing farther he closed the file option but his mind.

The image of the unknown girl did something to him that he can not understand why he is so interested in her, without any thought he closed his eyes still she started appear in his mind in just few moments he fall asleep.

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6 hours later

"Bhai" some voice reached his ears and with a jerk he opened his eyes.

" Yes" he replied nonchalantly.

"We reached let's go !!" His cacaphony voice make evrything clear that wea re in our destination.

"Hmm" with a nod he started walking towards the house it wasn't a big house but a minimal house with din lights it feels cozy before he entered he looked the opposite house. It was decorated very beautifully with so many plants around it and more ever there was a swing inside the house. Because the door was opened it was on a view to them.

"Bhai kitna pyra ghar hai na ham kya eyha par nhi reh sakte ?" Sometimes his childish behaviour will be death of me .

"Gadhe dusre logoke ghar hai mat dekh chor samjhenge " giving him a slight scolding I went inside our booked house.

"Ayee baba sahab kya lenge ap sarbat or pani mai apki khana lekar ata hu" wiping the sweat of the servant of maybe owner of the house told us.

"Thik hai ham ap hamara kamra dikha dijiye abhi ke liye" he assured him .

"Han han thik hai ." They followed him just outside of their room.

"Sukriya " just he is going to close the door -

"Baba kuch minutes pe khana ajaiga" and he went saying this .

Maybe the food still not made that's why they are in a rush thinking it he closed the door.

The main reason why they come here not only because for the girls but do justice over crime.

Truly in this country there is no justice for crime people are so selfish that they forget about girls safety and their life. Nowadays a girl isn't safe even in her house then forget about outside of the house. Evrything going to vain whenever a crime happened. They just throw money on judges and that's it . End. A girls life. Her dreams. Her safety. Justice. Evrything. They are sold out. They are being as*ult. They are r*ped.

But evryone is silent just because they are afraid or they are silent because their house wife and daughter are safe .

The world prove it even in this century that there is no place for girls if they have then why this injustice?

For them there is a team,Shivam is one of them .

Being a lawyer he can not fight against this so he chooses blood when God can not came there will be someone who is sent by them .

They choose justice over blood.

Even if they have to kill some filthy mans .

Ended he grows up to be a fine MAN.

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ISHA>

Dadi's health isn't good I know that there is not much time so whatever my dadi wants I can do it for her,for my family.

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A light drizzle had begun, and as I closed the door behind me, I noticed something unusual-my uncle's house was glowing with far more light than he ever kept on. He was never one to brighten the rooms this way. Suddenly, I remembered the medicine I had asked him to bring for Grandma, and with urgency, I grabbed an umbrella and hurried to his house.

The moment I stepped inside, Uncle greeted me warmly. "Come in, dear, at least eat something before you go," he insisted.

"No, no, Uncle. It's already late tonight. I just wanted to collect the medicine for Grandma, if you could give it to me," I replied.

"Yes, I brought it. But do me a favor first-take this food upstairs for me. I'll fetch the medicine while you're gone," he said, pressing the tray into my hands.

Though a strange unease crept through me, I nodded and carried the dishes upstairs.

At the door, I knocked gently. A voice came from within-low, heavy, and burdened:

"I'm coming..."

Something about that voice made the air grow heavier, as if the house itself was holding its breath.

The power vanished all at once, leaving the house in thick silence. Isha cursed under her breath-why now, of all times? The corridor above felt even heavier in the sudden darkness. She balanced the tray carefully in her hands, her mind racing. Why am I here, in the middle of the night, carrying food to a room I've never entered before?

Her thoughts broke when the door creaked open with a sharp crack. A warm glow spilled into the hallway. Someone stepped out, a single candle trembling in his hand. The flickering light revealed little, only the outline of a tall figure whose shadow stretched across the wall. She could not see his face, but she felt his presence-broad, towering, heavy, as though the very air bent around him.

Her chest tightened. Something unspoken pressed against her, making her feel both drawn in and terrified.

"Kon ho ap?" His voice slipped into the silence, deep, resonant, carrying weight.

Isha's lips parted, but no words came. Before she could answer, her uncle's familiar tone broke the spell from behind:

"Oh, that's my neighbor's daughter-such a good girl. I brought a candle so she wouldn't be afraid. Now, child, leave the tray. It's late. Time to go home."

Relieved and unsettled, she obeyed, placing the food where he directed. Slowly, she descended the stairs. But something tugged at her, and halfway down, she turned back.

The man's face remained hidden in the shifting candlelight. Yet the urge to see him-to know who he was-gnawed at her until it hurt.

Clutching her umbrella, Isha stepped out into the drizzle. The door shut behind her with a dull echo. She walked into the night, yet her heart carried the weight of a question that refused to fade: Who was he? And why did she feel as though she had left a part of her

self behind in that room?

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